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Always, for My Dad

If only I knew then, what I know now...I would have asked more questions, given more thanks for what you did and where you went, each time you left. I would have listen more later in life and given bigger hugs and I would have noticed the pride in which you held yourself whenever in the company of your fellow man...

I was but a small girl...and you were my Dad...I thought that was enough.  It wasn' each year, I give thanks for your time and the gift of freedom that you have given to me and countless others.  I decorate your grave and display your flag in my home...because, now I know...


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Beautiful, Cheryl. A poignant and heartfelt reflection.

November 11, 2015 | Unregistered CommenterSherry

Yes, now I know. One of the blessings of a long life is the learning just how precious a gift it is - to live. And so many sacrifices are made - by those who defend our freedom, by those who teach our children, by those who shelter our homeless . . . and all this brings meaning to life. It's the giving that lives on - and your tribute to your father honors us all. Beautiful!

November 11, 2015 | Unregistered CommenterDonna

This is beautiful and heartfelt..brought tears.

November 11, 2015 | Unregistered CommenterSusan

Thank you Sherry. Life is constantly teaching us lessons. It's never to late to realize the benefits.
Have a lovely weekend.

November 12, 2015 | Unregistered CommenterCheryl

Donna your words ring true. I have list two brothers younger than myself. I've learned to appreciate life because of them. So many of our neighbors bare our burdens and help carry our loads. They also bring great joy into our lives. Thank you for stopping by and spreading your wise words. Xo

November 12, 2015 | Unregistered CommenterCheryl

Susan you are just so loving. Thank you always for the ways in which you encourage and inspire.
Have a beautiful weekend.

November 12, 2015 | Unregistered CommenterCheryl

As I read through your beautiful words, I recall feeling stripped of valuable time with my own dad, and not really knowing him as a young girl. I've shed tears over his early passing and longed to know more of his stories and thoughts. Thank you for sharing, and I truly feel the same.

November 12, 2015 | Unregistered CommenterBeverly

As kids we think the people we love will always be around... What a wonderful tribute to your father. It is so important to remember those who sacrificed for our freedoms.

November 12, 2015 | Unregistered CommenterMichelle B

Beautiful thoughts and words! Lovely tribute photograph, Cheryl. Loved this post very much.

November 12, 2015 | Unregistered CommenterKarin

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